Obsidian & Bronze {Fred Weasley}

18. Something slightly clearer

The room was spinning slightly more than one would have appreciated at 8:00am on a Saturday morning, but I had only myself to blame, as the sheer amount I had drank the night before was made very apparent by the throbbing in my head.

The sharp, scraping sound of the curtains being drawn rang aggressively in my ears, followed by a harsh, intense stream of light spilling into the room, its bitter heat very typical of a December morning, and burning slightly as it washed over my fluttering eyelids.

I groaned dramatically at the sudden intrusion of light, purposefully extending my murmur in a whiny tone in an attempt to annoy whoever had drawn back the curtains and brought upon the inevitability of the day.

A deep chuckle was the only response to my whine and the intensity of the heated sun was not fading from view, so I lifted my head slightly, my eyes still firmly shut, and pulled one of the pillows from below me, lobbing it towards the window aimlessly.

"Not a morning person. Noted" A voice chuckled, a gravelly roughness to his tone, similar to Fred's but distinctly different. "Sorry, I figured you'd want to get back before your friends woke up"

My brain couldn't decipher where I had heard this voice before, but it was certainly not new, and the confusion was likely very noticeable, creeping its way across my features as the voice spoke again.

"It's Draco, love" He laughed, easing my confusion, although inviting a hundred more questions.

My hand, without hesitation, slipped under the sheet and down towards my core, and I released an audible sigh of relief, my desperate search concluded as my fingertips came into contact with the waistband of my underwear and I noted that I wasn't naked.

"Relax love, we didn't fuck" He chuckled darkly, his voice holding a slight edge although I could sense the humor in his tone.

"Jesus Draco" I croaked, my voice rough and achy, a sharp gravelly edge to my usual softened tone.

Without a second thought, Draco reached to the side table of the bed I was in and handed me a tall glass of icy water, a gentle smirk pulling at his lips.

"Thank you" I rasped once again, before finishing the water in only three rather large gulps, placing the glass back on the side table and seating myself up.

The room was decorated in a variety of deep forest greens, and the occasional highlight of silver, or deep toned charcoal for contrast, although the darkness did not feel trapping, rather bringing a sort of comfort that I understood.

The bed on the opposite end of the room was neatly made, the corners of the emerald green sheets tucked neatly under the mattress, and the clothes Draco was wearing the night before folded in a tidy pile beside the bed.

I had very little recollection of making my way to, what I could only assume was, Draco's dorm the night before and was certain Fred would not have let me wander off alone, let alone to the Slytherin boy's dormitories.

"You don't have a clue how you got here, do you?" Draco asked, helping me to further sit up so I could reach for the, no longer empty, glass that he had conveniently refilled with his wand.

"Care to enlighten me?" I asked with a sarcastic chuckled that Draco found amusing, chucking slightly himself before answering.

"Well, the party had died down quite a bit, it was around 2:00am and I was about to leave when I saw you looking rather out of sorts, I didn't want to leave you alone and searched around for your friends" Draco rambled, rubbing his head absentmindedly in an attempt to sort through the events from last night, before continuing.